Compute

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Please look, my way I'm not profane Please look my way I've got, a lot to give A lot to give to you Please look my way They cannot compare They don't do it over here Whisper and I'm gone But something seems wrong [Chorus] Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) [Verse 2] I wanna go to the show just like the next man But shit ain't sane I wanna take to that girl with the big ol' thang But thangs ain't sane I wanna walk outside with no direction But shit ain't sane I wanna live this life, this life like a baller But shit ain't sane I wanna drink swamp water and talk to your daughter But she ain't right I wanna go to Pico El Pollo Loco But that ain't right I wanna be Ben Franklin, put it in the sky And fly my kite I wanna change this place with all of the thoughts That I conceive I wanna talk to my man and say, "How you doin'?" But he may leave I wanna do the things and not wipe my eyes From disbelief I wanna kiss that girl and talk to that one And get that one and talk to this one And have a big family under the sun But that's insane [Chorus] Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) [Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel] [Chorus] Something that don't compute, it ain't me [Interlude] Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work) Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt) Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work) Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt) [Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel] [Interlude] Come on (Come on), get down (Get down) Come on (Come on), get down (Get down) Come on (Come on), get down (Get down) Come on (Come on), get down (Get down) [Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel] [Interlude] Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work) Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt) Come on (Come on), let's work (Let's work) Who dat? (Who dat?), oh, that's Kurt (That's Kurt) [Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel] [Verse 3] Why everybody won't be fuckin' with me Just because I'm different with my poetry? And I really don't be tryin', it just go that way Fuck being popular, far from a stupid star More like dust from a one def L The Earth gravity, it tried to siphon me to hell People pass judgment and they say what they wanna say All of that there make they rigor mortis anyway I'ma seek life, go about it on my everyday Matador man, bull is out, people scream "Olé!" More three-dimension, far from convention If you want the next shit, then you at the next session Wanna play it safe in these fragile times of war? Join the population—what the fuck you waitin' for? Rich man focus on the poor man booty And a poor child focused on a TV cutie [Chorus] It ain't me It ain't me It ain't me It ain't me Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something that don't compute, it ain't me (Hey) Something... Something that— Something Something that— Something Something that— (Hey) [Guitar solo: Kurt Rosenwinkel] [Outro] It ain't me It ain't me It ain't me It ain't me It ain't me It ain't me